it came one day crashing lke my mothers fist
i have no memories , thats to say
no happy moments banked before age twelve
what happened to them
did i shit them into my nappies , pants
too busy crying to remember
or did i piss them into the potty , up the urinals i had faced in my life
washed them out in the morning ritual to poison the sea
could i have vomited them , flecked with small intestine
staining the sheets green
maybe they;re playing with dirt and microbes under white nail
QUICK , get that brush and scrub those memories out
or are they hiding in bone coffins , waiting to seep
i hope the fish didn;t choke